1959

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Listen to my story
Got two tales to tell
One of fallen glory
One of vanity
The world's roof was raging
But we were looking fine
'Cause we built that thing
and it grew wings
In 1959
Wisdom was a teapot
Pouring from above
Desolation angels
Served it up with love
Igniting like every form of light
Then moved by bold design
Slid in that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
It was blood shining in the sun
First, freedom
Speeding the American claim
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom


China was the tempest
Madness overflowed
Lama was a young man
And watched his world in flames
Taking glory down by the edge of clouds
It was a crying shame
Another lost horizon
Tibet the fallen star
Wisdom and compassion crushed
In the land of Shangri-La
But in the land of the Impala
Honey, well, we were lookin' fine
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
In 1959
It was the best of times,
it's the worst of times
In 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959, 1959
It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times1959